Feathered Guests

A good Saturday morning to all! Today, the sun shines with only a few wispy clouds dotting the sky. I want to tell you about a little adventure we had on our yard last week. The tale proves that your feet don’t need to carry you past the gatepost to create lifelong memories.

The COVID Pandemic has slowed the world, and though not a pleasant experience, it has taught us to appreciate the simpler pleasures. Like the little duck, we named Griffin, that wandered onto our lawn last week.

At first, we were surprised by the proximity to which we could approach Griffin. We reasoned he must belong to a local. Tanya put a shout out on social media, but no owner came forward.

There were some guesses as to what type of duck, and the gender. Know-it-All Google had the answer. A comparison of photos led to the conclusion that our guest was a Muscovy.  No one had the stomach to physically check for gender, so we relied on an online list of observed behaviors that indicated it was a dude.

Now, Muscovy ducks dine on mice, snakes, and other vermin, so in my books that makes Griffin a hero. We all agreed Griffin was welcome to stay.

Griffin chose the area under the treehouse and our kids happily tended to his needs.

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Just make yourself comfortable, Griffin. Need anything?

 

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Um . . . I’m no expert on drinking from a frisbee, but wouldn’t the water stay in better if you leave your feet out?

 

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How about a bucket, is that better?

Homemade duck bath, equals one happy fowl.

 

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Meanwhile, in the front yard, this poor baby needed saving. Reuntited with a chirping Mother Robin moments after this was taken.

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That night we camped in the wilds of our backyard, and when I awoke and exited the tent, Griffin was under the treehouse, standing guard.

Well, for us older folks, and perhaps just us Canucks, the whole story ended like an episode of the Littlest Hobo.  The next day we woke to find Griffen had moved on. Perhaps to brighten the day for another COVID weary family.

 

When a Hippo hollers!

When a hippo hollers, does anyone listen? I mean really pay attention to what it’s saying. All we hear is, “Rrrrrr! Rrrrr!” like a faulty chainsaw trying to start. Which, with our negative perspective, we immediately assume translates to, “Kill! Kill!”

But what if this massive barge of flesh is actually saying, “Hey friend, I have this here piece of canoe stuck in my gums, can you help a fellow mammal out?”

Happy Saturday, everyone! I live in a pretty rural area, with plenty of wildlife (hippos don’t like snow, so I’m marked ‘safe’ from them). I do, however, enjoy the company of many fur-bearing friends, so I’ve posted a few photos with some captions of what they most certainly are thinking. Enjoy!

 

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“Frank! It’s the paparazzi again! I TOLD you to find a different lawn!”

 

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“Everyone, freeze! Pray it doesn’t think we’re made of chocolate!”

 

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“MOM! Come here QUICK! It’s a two legged walking stick! Ewwww! Bring a leaf and squish it pleeeaaasssee!” 

 

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“You smell like ketchup, mustard, onions, lettuce, tomato, kaiser bun,  and . . . oh my gosh!”

 

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“No dummy, we DO NOT eat noodles or know kung-fu!”

A final encore . . .

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“We’re LOST AGAIN, aren’t we Tom? How many times do I have to tell you to ask for directions!”

Three Generations On The Slopes!

“I can’t wait to go skiing with Grandpa!” my youngest exclaimed, as we made the one-hour drive to Brockville.

We’d spend the night at my parent’s and then travel to Mount Pakenham, a small ski hill that’s just the perfect size for a pair of budding downhill skiers.

Last year, my daughters had finally given the green light to fulfill a wish that’d been in my heart for quite some time. That was to share my love of this winter activity. This year was even better!  They were going to share it with their seventy-seven-year-old Grandpa!

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I wanted to get a photo of all four of us, but my phone was acting up. I had to settle for two separate photos taken last year. 

This man has been an inspiration for me because he’s still doing things that require a great deal of physical health and mobility. Credit genetics, diet, or the many years he’s spent working at physical jobs, but I’m just happy we could share this experience.

It was a great day on the slopes, with a few spills, though nothing serious, and some frosty weather. Memories were built that I hope will be ingrained for a lifetime.

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The ‘Old Guy’  and his two pupils on their first skiing adventure, taken last winter. Don’t worry, I’ve moved into the 21st century and now wear a helmut. Makes the goggles a bit less goofy looking, too! 🙂

I feel truly privileged and blessed for the opportunity to have had three generations cruising the runs together!

 

 

 

Happy Saturday! Relax like a Boss Panda!

Happy Saturday! Well, for many of you this is a break from the daily grind. Unfortunately, I’ve got a long day at work ahead of me, sixteen hours, to be exact (blah!).

Despite the arduous day ahead, I wanted to keep up my commitment to maintaining a more regular blog.

I hope you find a daily chuckle below!

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“I swear on it, Edna! The last time I went by this house, they had Tom, well it looked like it could have been Tom, in some large metal tub thing! He was naked, very tanned, and they were giving him a bath with some type of squeezy thing! The most disturbing thing was that I couldn’t see his head! Think about it. We haven’t seen him for months, for months! Why won’t any of you listen to me?”

“Oh, Margaret, you poor bird brain. You have such a wild imagination! Everyone knows that those things only eat food that comes from a box or a can. Please stop this, right now!”

 

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“Promise me that if you see one of those nasty, big-eared, hoppy things, you’ll put me back in your purse! I mean, what kind of creature twitches it’s nose like that?”

 

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“Okay, ha, ha. Joke’s over. Did you get all the photos you wanted? Did ya have to invite your friends over to point and laugh at me while you eat, what are those things called again? Oh, right, I think I can remember, ‘horse nerves’ or something that sounded like that. You know you’re getting on mine, right? Fun’s over! Take this giant wig off me, right now!”

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“Okay, Daddy. You remember the song, right? He sees you when you’re sleeping, he knows when you’re awake. He knows when you’ve been bad . . . let’s find out, right now, if you’re as good at this as the jolly old fat guy.”